The Demon Head agreed to come to Mount Xianglu not because he was overly conceited or arrogant.
Rather, it was because he had full confidence in himself, not fearing her schemes in the slightest. In his eyes, all her strategies were probably like jokes, akin to a sheep walking into a tiger's den.
Thus, she played along, willingly shedding her garments and delivering herself right before the Demon Head.
The Empress deeply regretted, profoundly regretted. She knew she had erred, gravely erred.
If only she had known this day would come, she wouldn't have laid out so many plans. But in this world, there was no medicine for regret. One wrong step led to another, and that's how she ended up in her current state.
She closed her eyes, full of despair, waiting for the Demon Head's Divine Sense to completely destroy her Divine Soul and for her to die completely.
